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Willingly Forgotten

I will miss you,
Though you will not miss me,
As seasons come and go,
As summer turns to winter,
And rain turns into snow.

I will miss your friendly face,
Your presence and your smile.
I’ll miss your familiar voice,
Your laugh once in awhile.

I will miss the times we had,
As days turn into years.
I’ll miss moments that we shared;
I’ll shed some silent tears.

But you’ll not think of these things;
Your eyes, they will be dry,
Your days be filled with laughter--
I would not see you cry.

Instead, you shall go on
As if things were the same.
I’d not want it otherwise;
I do not wish you pain.

Parting may sweet sorrow be,
But sorrow it is still.
To dim the smile in your eyes
Is something I’d not will.

In moments that pass us by,
In years that come, then flee,
I know that I shall miss you;
But you shall not miss me
--And that is as it should be.

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